Suassuna
An homage to the great writer and dramatist Ariano Suassuna.
We've imbued it with a Northeastern and medieval carachter typical of the Armorial Movement created by Ariano.
Monica Salmaso sang it with perfection. As she always does.
Suassuna
Rafael Torres
Mônica Salmaso voice
Rafael Torres arrangement, viola and flute
Ednar Pinho bass
Igor Ribeiro percussion
Luiz Orsano percussion
Suassuna, sua sina é nos sertões se entranhar. Nos sertões enveredar, na seca
mata embiocar.
Sua sanha era o mundo assimilando, abocanhar. Era sanha de profeta, era a sina de pregar.
A sina dura de um Brasil que teima e não se ensina.
Que se macula, se assassina e ainda assim quer se curar.
Teu ”oxente”, o “ok” de tanta gente vem calar. De repente armorial, armo um repente a te intimar.
Suassuna, se não és todo um caboclo sarará. Na couraça o há de ser, ariano aqui, mulato lá.
Suassuna, sua o sumo dos sertões com que sonhar. Assim, na vida, assina a morte. Assim, na vida, assina a morte, assim, na vida...
Arrebata o país que ajuda o gringo a o assaltar. O país que assalta o gringo e
reassiste ao desolar.
Gringo, ao assaltar, ressalta o que desola o poeta. Que se isola, e o que o consola é nos sertões se enfurnar.
Seus Brasis reais sonhar.
Suassuna, o banzo do Brasil,
Teu banzo será.
Suassuna, your fate is to bury yourself in the outback. To direct your steps to the outback , in the dry woods to be put in.
Your rage was to nip the world by assimilating it. It was the rage of a prophet, it was a fate of preaching.
The harsh fate of a Brazil that stubbornly never learns.
That hurts itself, kills itself and still wants to heal.
Your ”oxente”, comes to silence the “ok” of so many people. Suddenly armorial, I arm a repente to summon you.
Suassuna, if you are not a whole caboclo sarará. At the skin you might be, arian here, mulato there.
Suassuna, sweat the juice of the outbacks of wich you deam. Therefore, in life, you sign death. Therefore, in life, you sign death, therefore, in life...
Ravish the country that helps the gringo to assault itself. The country that assaults the gringo and rewatches the desolation.
Gringo, by assaulting, highlight what desolates the poet. That isolates himself, and what consoles him is to bury himself in the outbacks.
To dream of his real Brazils.
Suassuna, Brazil's banzo (something you miss dearly),
Your banzo will be.
Recorded in 2018 at Studio Trilha Sonora, Fortaleza, Ceará
Production: Rafael Torres
Artistic Direction: Rafael Torres
Recording: Hugo Lage e Luiz Orsano
Mixing: Luiz Orsano
Mastering: Homero Lotito (Reference Mastering Studio, SP)
Cover xylograph: Eduardo Macedo
Manual da Leveza
Single featuring the amazing voice of Renato Braz. A tender and simple song.
Waltz from Vienna, from Fortaleza. It's about how far we can live.
Adding a little bit of relief to the world.
Manual da Leveza
Rafael Torres
Renato Braz voice
Rafael Torres arrangement, guitar and flutes
Ednar Pinho bass
Robson Gomes accordion
Nunca tinha tido essa vontade de
Dançar, de ouvir boleros
Passear pelas calçadas de manhã
Mas quando te conheci por dentro
Concebi poemas, valsas de Viena
Pop-rocks de Liverpool
Tudo que de azul
Tudo menos blue
Seria capaz de redigir o habeas corpus do capeta
Fazer letras pra canções de Tom Jobim
Que a prosódia ficasse de lado
Por alguns versinhos, esse vinho
Esse lençol, essa pele
Esse Vivaldi
Esse Fellini
Pronto, deita tua cabeça
Preta, minha preta
Prova pra quê brilham os astros
Num instante o coração tem
A velocidade das asas de
Um beija flor
De manhã olho pro lado
E não vejo ninguém
Cadê você?
Cadê Rodin?
Cadê Drummond?
Cadê Chopin?
Coração saindo pela boca
Quase solto um grito
Então, lá vem você
Trazendo o café da manhã
Voltam os Chopins
Vai-te em paz, divã
O brioche e o sorriso escancarado
Um fado em Lisboa
O aboio de um vaqueiro do sertão
I had never had this willing to
Dance, to listen to boleros
To walk on the sidewalk in the morning
But when I met you from inside
I conceived poems, waltzes from Vienna
Pop-rocks from Liverpool
Everything blui
Everything less blue
I would be capable of writing the habeas corpus of the devil
Make lyrics to the songs of Tom Jobim
If prosody could step aside
For a few verses, this wine
This sheet, this skin
This Vivaldi
This Fellini
It's ok, lay down your head
Preta, my preta
Taste why stars shine
In an instant heart has
The speed of the wings
Of a hummingbird
In the morning I look to the sides
And can't see anyone
Where are you?
Where's Rodin?
Where's Drummond?
Where's Chopin?
My heart is in my mouth
I almost scream
But then, there you come
Bringing breackfest
Come back the Chopins
Go in peace, divan
The brioche and the open smile
A fado in Lisbon
The chant of a cowboy in the backcountry
Recorded in 2018 at Studio Trilha Sonora, Fortaleza, Ceará
Voice recorded at Studio Som do Mar
Production: Rafael Torres
Artistic Direction: Rafael Torres
Recording: Luiz Orsano
Mixing e masterizing: Luiz Orsano